#( i never did )

[little-pup-pip]

hewo !! culd I havs a bubbls an bafftime moodbord wif a paci ? pweffewd gende is fem :3

Definitely!!

[therewillbenoromance]

i should get into hermitcraft

[halluciniwaynia]

my other favorite aspect of being into wtnv in 2024 and onwards is that there’s a decade plus of fandom content to go through and a decade plus of ideas and people being changed by the series to experience. it’s generally pretty rare to have that kind that kind of experience with something that was popularized in the zenith of the internet becoming centralized, when people were moving from places like MySpace, geo cities and personal websites to formats like tumblr (and for wtnv’s earlier history, deviantart). (The only other fandom I can recall with a property still updating that would fit this bill is homestuck btw) it’s a transient experience of enjoying someone else’s ghosts, of a childhood/teenagehood/young adulthood you never got to experience and history you never saw for yourself but felt enough for it to mean something now. it’s the raw, unfiltered joy of what is almost nostalgia for something you never cared about until very, very recently, and realizing “oh my god the podcast is actually really good on top of it”

[riskywoohoo]

my simblr is (checks notes) like 250 business years old and I've realized that most of the blogs I follow are inactive, so if I recently followed you, uh- hi?

I've downloaded so much cc over the last few days that I think my computer might give up, but I believe I'm going to start two saves - a full on written story that I can use cute poses etc in, and a gameplay save, which I can just blast through and not really edit/write about (but maybe post? idk). it'll allow me to satisfy my ADHD brain and go back and forth between gameplay & hyperfocused storytelling.

that's all, have a nice day

[letsjuststoprightthere]

[POEM] PROFANE by Ashe Vernon

- translated in french; for my once-lover

The first time he calls you holy,

La première fois qu'il te dit saint(e),

you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.

tu ris si fort que tes côtes te font mal.

The second time,

La seconde fois,

you moan gospel around his fingers

tu gémis du gospel autour de ses doigts

between your teeth.

entre tes dents.

He has always surprised

Il t'as toujours surpris(e)

you into surprising yourself.

en te faisant te surprendre toi-même.

Because he’s an angel hiding his halo

Car il est un ange cachant son auréole

behind his back and

derrière son dos et

nothing has ever felt so filthy

rien n'a jamais été aussi sale

as plucking the wings from his shoulders—

que cueillir les ailes de ses épaules—

undressing his softness

déshabiller sa douceur

one feather at a time.

une plume à la fois.

God, if you’re out there,

Dieu, si tu es là,

if you’re listening,

si tu écoutes,

he fucks like a seraphim,

il baise comme un séraphin,

and there’s no part of scripture

et il n'y a aucune écriture

that ever prepared you for his hands.

qui t'ai jamais préparé à ses mains.

Hands that map a communion

Des mains qui dessinent une communion

in the cradle of your hips.

dans le berceau de tes hanches.

Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.

Des mains qui embrassent des hymnes sur tes côtes.

He confesses how long he’s looked

Il confesse combien de temps il a cherché

for a place to worship and,

un endroit pour vénérer et,

oh,

oh,

you put him on his knees.

tu le mets à genoux.

When he sinks to the floor and moans

Quand il glisse au sol et gémis

like he can’t help himself,

comme si il ne pouvait s'en empêcher,

you wonder if the other angels

tu te demandes si les autres anges

fell so sweet.

sont tombé si doucement.

He says his prayers between your thighs

Il dit ses prières entre tes cuisses

and you dig your heels into the base of his spine

et tu enfonce tes chevilles à la base de son dos

until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.

jusqu'à ce qu'il rougisse de la couleur de ta langue sale.

You will ruin him and he will thank you;

Tu le détruira et il te remerciera;

he will say please.

il dira s'il te plaît.

No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,

Aucune damnation n'a jamais eu l'air aussi comfortable que cela,

but you fit over his hips like they

mais tu tiens sur ses hanches comme si elles

were made for you.

étaient faites pour toi.

You fit, you fit, you fit.

Tu tiens, tu tiens, tu tiens.

On top of him, you are an ancient god

Au dessus de lui, tu es un ancien dieu

that only he remembers and he

dont il est le seul à se souvenir et il

offers up his skin.

t'offre sa peau.

And you take it.

Et tu la prends.

Who knew sacrifice was so profane?

Qui aurait su qu'un sacrifice était si profane?

And once you’ve taught him how to hold

Et quand tu lui auras appris comment tenir

your throat in one hand

ta gorge dans une main

and your heart in the other,

et ton cœur dans l'autre,

you will have forgotten every other word,

tu auras oublié tous les autres mots,

except his name.

excepté son nom.

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

Did I ever mention I ship them?

(This is also kinda crackish)

[xamaxenta]

If i could turn off the nasty voice in my brain that would be excellent

[azhar456]

[starlit-supposedly]

Time my belothed muse,

I adore you and despise your existence in equal tandem, a paradox I must contemplate and exist in throughout my waking hours, in every single interaction, with each bated breath.

How beautiful, to create change, allow motion, have an ending. Have a beginning, middle and end. To be the dictator of life and death. You who created time worn paintings on the wall, elegant mechanical clocks, evolution of understanding and thought. To show that I can be more than I previously was and could ever be?

How despairing that no matter what I do I cannot keep up, cannot stop you, cannot ever earn you back in any capacity. Fall behind, be left behind, leave others behind. Why must I be blind to you, ignore you, pretend that I can somehow solve the problems you have wrought later down the line? You who seems to take more than I can give. Why must you always run out when I need you the most?

You who shines through my work, hands upon hands, whirling, twisting, twining through every medium mark.

Yet somehow you disappoint me time and time again.

And if I had the words, I would articulate them better but they fall short, never allowing me to convey more.

[blacknailedbird]

losing the idgaf war BAD

[astrologista]

...i just remembered something very very important from childhood.

If you're not having a great day, or really just any kind of day, stop for a second and give this a read. It's a 2 minute read and it will fix everything wrong with you and I guarantee it

@39mice

[lewmagoo]

accidentally clicking the live button on the nav bar feels like such a betrayal

[crybabykiko]

if I post that man mind ur business

[jenny-from-the-bau]

that’s adorable im excited for the full chapter 🥺

It's chapter 11, so keep an eye out haha

[foraltruism]

pissing off the SNK fandom with one take: I don't ship Eren and Mikasa.

[babygirlcowboy]

Mutuals who you are always learning new words from are so important...I know you must have done so well on the English portion of the SAT and I love you so much for that. Tore it up and ate it whole. Asunder. If you will.